you kissed the scar below my breast.
the scar that resembles the
eye of providence.
there was horror in your eyes.
you asked me where
my blood flows from

and i did not know.

what i did discover, however,
was that with who I am
and all i believe in and love
corresponds with this scar
that i was born with.
i always knew where it was
but i never really focused
on the shape; and
come to find out that this symbol wound, to me, was
absolutely frightening
and completely satisfying at the same time.
when i discovered it,
i had stars in my stomach,
it was like looking at it for the first time.

it told me that
i was born to be;
born to create
born to know

I finally knew that i was of the sibylline highborn.
-Arizona